All Chapters of Full Moon Curse: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

My eyes blink open slowly and the first thing I see is Liam staring down at me. It still, til this day, amazes me when I wake up and see him.After everything we went through as kids, who would have thought we’d end up here, together. Minus the whole witches trying to kill us, I couldn’t ask for more than what I have.“How are you feeling?” Liam asks, and it’s like his words awaken the pain in the body.My side is splitting, my wrists are throbbing, and my head feels like it’s going to explode. My teeth clench and Liam looks at me worried, before searching for the nurses' button and pressing it. “I’ll get you some pain meds.” He tells me and I nod.I watch as he looks between me and the door, clearly, they’re not moving fast enough for him. I reach out and grab his wrist, and he gives me his full attention, with his brows furrowed.I give him a small smile, “I’m okay.” I whisper, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He shakes his head then looks back down at me again, “I’m

I stand pacing in my room, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on.I’ve never acted like this before. I’ve never rebelled against my parents like kids like to do. I’ve hardly even gotten into fights with them, a mild disagreement here and there, but never this.Never to the point where I say something as horrible as what I said. It’ll kill my mom if she finds out I said something so horrible about her. She’s always called me her little protector, even when I started getting older and would tell her to at least drop the ‘little’ part. She never did. She thought it was sweet and it’s something she’s always held onto since I was old enough to walk.And now her ‘little protector’ says she’s not my mother, like she didn’t raise me, care for me, love me with every fiber of life she’s held. Even the fact that she gave birth to Heather and me when her world was falling apart, and didn’t give us up or kill us should tell me just how much she’s always loved us, and now I do this.She must

Liam carries me into our house after I spend one more night in the hospital.I wish I could say that Griffon showed up, but he didn’t.Micah opens the door for Liam, and I smile at him gratefully as we pass.He’s been so helpful and so sweet while I was in the hospital. I just love seeing my daughter has found someone that takes care of her the way he does.Liam carries me up the stairs and up into our room, sitting me on the bed then backing away looking at me.“What do you need, Angel?” He asks, and I purse my lips. Already knowing what he’s going to say to my request.His eyes narrow as he looks at me suspiciously, “What?” He grumbles and I smile. “I’d like the laptop from the panic room.” I tell him and he takes a deep breath and starts shaking his head.“You’re supposed to be resting.” He deadpans and I give him with an innocent look. “I will be. It’ll be like I’m in bed watching tv.” I tell him fluttering my eyelashes.He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, looking down at the flo

I speed through the footage, not worrying about when I see us all together, or really even when we’re alone. Focusing on when it’s nighttime or Griffs around Nadia.Nadia’s gone to the game room several times, I’m convinced she’s involved somehow. I just wish I knew more.We never see the witch leave the panic room. Not once, we don’t even see her move her things in, maybe Nadia was helping her somehow with all of that.I’ve sped through the parts where Liam’s hexed, honestly not being able to watch it again myself.Going through it all like this is making things go a lot faster, and if we don’t find anything we’ll go back and let it all play out. I just don’t want to spend the time if I don’t have to.I pause when I see Liam sleeping on our bed, and someone walks in the room.It’s not me.I glance over at Dallas, my teeth clenched then rub my head with my fingers. “I don’t think I can watch this.” I whisper and he looks at me sadly, before grabbing the laptop and turning it away from

I’m sitting on the couch my arms crossed and a hard glare at the screen. I’m not even sure why I’m keeping up with school in the first place. I only agreed to keep up my work, because I wanted to finish school for my mother. But now… I just don’t know.I glance over at Nadia, who’s sitting in the chair painting her toenails a deep red color, making it look like blood.She looks up at me and smiles. “Are you done?” She asks, and I shake my head with a deep sigh. She nods, then goes back to painting her toenails.I study her, then finally work up the nerve, “Can you tell me about your childhood?” I ask her and the brush pauses in the middle of her toenail before she picks it up and looks back over at me.Thoughts seem to run through her mind, then all she says is, “It was fine.”My teeth clench, but I keep trying. “Can you tell me about your parents?” I ask and she takes an annoyed breath before setting down her nail polish and giving me her full attention. “They were great. Now they’re